I Catch Up Poem by Raava .

I think I am alone.
There are people around me.
I can hear them, see them, feel them but yet it still feels cold.

I have 'friends' I think.
Sometimes when we walk, I stop.
I stop to see if they notice, if they care enough to notice me.
But then I continue, walking, catching up, there is no reason to test it out, because I already know the answer.

They do not care.
I avoid the truth like I avoid the plague, I catch up.
I am afraid to be the only one who is fighting, the only one who has to fight...... I am the only one fighting.

I am afraid to admit I am alone.
Loneliness, I have heard, is like a disease. It slowly chips away parts of one until it is to late.
Is it better to live in a colourful lie then a grey truth?
This time, I choose the colourful lie.
I just don't want to be alone.